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Where are all those toppling castles, turret- tipped witli moonlit glows, Gay wit h youths and laughing maidens, thro’ their echoing porticoes? Where are those aerial brownstones with their gargoylesjof red mist, Touched with sardonyx and topaz and with gold and amethyst? They have floated on the summer clouds that never wait nor pause, Down below the dim horizon of the Land of Never was! Where are all those golden galleons floating on the tidele.-s seas. With their sendal sails distended, bound for the Hespevides, Sailing thro’ the dancing dolphins, thro’ the archipelago .'s. Where each wai ted breeze is heavy with the cinnamon and rose? Ah, their hulks have turned to shadows and their -ails have turned to gauze, Anil, like dream ships, they have vanished in the Land of ’Tis t lie purple land cf rainbows on an far away, None but little folks and babies 'neath its fronded branches stray; Never doe r a bird of passage land upon its towering cliff. But sometimes a dar ing poet sees it from his dream-blown skiff, But when lie tries to sing of it men neither heed nor pause, For most men are disbelievers in the Land of Never was! —.S'. IF. Foss in Yankee Blade. TRUTH A>TD .FICTION, They were theatrical managers and having met in a small town on the west ern circuit, had gathered around the cheerful tire in the hotel office and were exchanging experiences. Stories of attached baggage, missed trains and times when the ghost refused to walk had been talked and laughed over when Colonel , the oldest and most experienced of the party, re marked that he had often Heard the ex pression that truth teas stranger than fic tion, but he remembered early in his career as a theatrical manager, an episode, wherein truth and fiction walked hand in hand. Not being much of a story-teller, the Colonel at first refused to reel his yarn, but on being urged, he adjusted his eye glasses, put on ids thinking cap, and gave the following facts of an actual oc currence : “Perhaps twenty years ago,” said he, “you may remember that I produced the drama entitled “The Little AVaif,” which aroused the critics, but eventually proved to be a great go. “In making up my company it was necessary that I should have a young girl of about fifteen years of age to per sonate the little waif. “In those early histrionic days the child actress was confined almost ex clusively to-Evas'and ‘Topsys,’ the How ards, of course, leading in that line. As you may easily imagine, I had no end of trouble in securing a young girl who possessed the necessary qualifications in head and face to carry the part satis factorily. “One dreary day, I remember it well, when I was almost in despair, and feared I should be compelled to resort to the time-worn dodge—engage my last -year's soubrette—have her hair cut short and dress her in short skirts, a woman entered my office accompanied by the sweetest and prettiest girl it had ever been my good fortune to look upon. She was one of those piquant, natural blondes with a clear baby complexion, aud who it seems to me are loaned to earth by Heaven’s kindest indulgence. Her pure, unsullied soul beamed through her bright blue eyes, aud her every action aud word denoted that refinement aud honor which did not come from the average plebeian stock. “Her appeals to the haughty woman of the world were in terms of endearment, and although she-addressed her as mama, it did not require the keen eye of a critique to discover that there was not a line of resemblance in look, expression or manner. “The one was cold, methodical and ex acting, while the younger one was the soul of purity, the beauty of goodness and a paragon of sincerity—one of those rare angelic prodigies, whose smile subdues our wildest passions, and whose touch, like that of nature, makes all mankind akin. “My heart went out to that little queen at once, and I never cease to sing her praises or kneel at the shrine of her affection to this day. “The woman with studied phrases made known her mission by informing me to my intense delight, that 'she de sired to offer the services of her darling little Nellie as a candidate for the role of the ‘Little Waif.' Site said that -he had taught her the rudiments of elocution!, and felt justly proud of her achievements. The little beauty gave a few recitations, and did so well that she was engaged on the spot and 1 was a happy man. “While I had always believed the play to be a strong one, I solemnly think that without that honest grace and natural innocence that little Nellie lg;ut to the role of the waif, it would have been stranded among the many wrecks that line the shore of our profession. “The story of the play was simple and touching, and something after this style: “The little waif, who was the princi pal character in . the drama, was stolen from her parents in her infancy by a woman who had formerly been her nurse, the, main object in the child-theft being the hope of remunerative ransom. Shortly after the abduction the father of the child failed in business, and the nurse, who was married to a dis solute actor, moved to the far west, tak ing the child with her. As the b^e grew up, she was taught to regard the. nurse and her husband as her father and mother, and when he was not traveling or drunk, the husband taught her the rudiments of acting. Of course, as in all well regulated dramas, the villain was punished and the child restored at last to her heartbroken and despairing parents, who, by this time, were again wealthy and influential. 1 ‘Being somewhat of a student of human nature, I have made it invariably a prac tice to wateli the audiences, and gener ally had a seat in one of the boxes for a few moments each evening, in order that 1 might observe the varying expressions that would sweep over the sea of faces like ripples on the surface of the ocean. “One evening I noticed m the adjoin ing box a lady of refinement, accom panied by a gentleman whom 1 took to be her husband. The action of the play moved the lady deeply, aud 1 observed that during the performance the tears chased each other down her classic face, as though the story of the waif touched a sympathetic chord in her licatt. I paid only a passive attention to her that evening, for I had seen people similarly affected with plays which arouse the emotions, but when evening after even ing I observed her and her escort in the same box I woudered if there was not some strange fascination that brought her to the spot where she was made to weep and sigh. At the Saturday matinee, which was the last day of our stay in town, she eatne alone ami took her accustomed place in the box nearest to the stage. During the final scene of. the play, where mother and child are reunited after many years of ab sence, 1 noticed an expression on her face that alarmed me. It was w ith half fear and half gladness that she leaned out of the box to drink iu every word that was spoken on the stage. Suddenly, as the child rushed to her mother's arms and smothered with mingled tears and , this woman put her hand to her brow, and, grasping the chair for sup port, fell back in a dead faint. Shu trembled, gasped, and looked mere dead than alive. “I was by her side in a m >:acnt w ith a glass of water and bathed her brow and parched lips. She partially recovered soon, and, staring about her wildly, asked in a .piteous tone where she was. “Well, to cut the story short, rcyiittle waif turned out to be the c'uild of this lady, whose husband was a wealthy banker iu the town where we were play ing. “The child-actress had 1 ?: :; playing nightly the story of her own .-1 young life, and the sequel proves w before, that truth and nth hand in hand.” : Here a sweet-fared rowing ! tcred the room and saluted and as he arose to go he -aid j my dear, come here for a tn | want to present you to i Gentlemen,” continued th } proudly, “this is my wife. 1 L way. originated the char:a; j ‘Little Waif' in the drama i ■ some fifteen rears aero.” Lit I said m walked ivtetian en- .e ( iloncl. ‘Yrilit meet. 1 _■ friend;. ho. by tie :r cf tin- the t nar.a The Poison of r.u Apatite' ,rrnv*. As a rule, pc isou:ms auk ... ■ ■; - -i.,-us snakes are eternal enemies 7 .<• tm •* deadly serpent we have in An a tii rattlesnake. The njpst ophidians arc the bull, bl 7 icing snake*, ail of whom will t . . ,1 kill a rattler without the ± -: . There is no more deadly : n dr- world. nut excepting the ■ :' A-ia. the Haje of Africa, or th:- h . - on. of Martinique titan the tcrr.i rattlesnake of the .staked i/no- LT,.,-.- A few miles north of F t: I-.. .r •_.n- tliis famous desert, nd h , be found the largest, nw-t atth.v .ad m dangerous rattk-r.ak>> the v.-rld. Six feet is an ordiunr;. : r i. ten inches a moderate circt::.; - ' cry from their venom is e.\i; . y rare. In August they become r_ . li-.-w. bloated things, aud it i> at 'V the year that the Apr h ,.n.- - ■ k them out to obtain p i- >r their arrows. V deer's ii\ • r. - . . ; \ r i- torn out and laid be: , i . ib is punched and angere I - - A criki * it again and again, th ■ mor ... blue black, from the poi • ■• re the snake has finished stri :ir _ This delightful morse! d . „-«l high on a pole to r u i . i r - - ■ iu the sun, after which it- i- i-r .; down and the arrow -stuck into it. they being afterward dried in the sun to retain the poison—a most cruel, fiendish h rriblo custom among the worst Indians ,-n the continent.—A'. - York T: How to Have Winter tlggs. The hens must be assist 1 an i err.wir ed ;:gby being provided with • vcrvthing that will make them lay, for tvaiA it is lib part of their nature to lay in cold weather. Warmth being :. r. lit: >n of nature favorable for egg pr< ... .: a. we must make their winter quart r* warm, comfortable and healthy. To insure warmth, the fowl house must ha made so as to protect the inmates fr the cold and piercing winds and fro-ts of winter. Tin* must have warm food a. leas: once a day, and also the kind- >f f >od which produce warmth. lTeanlir.cs* about their roosts and where they scratch siiould.be observed very rigidly allowing nothing in the way of litter or filth to remain longer than a day. and everything with in the poultry house should be warm and snug, but pure air and plenty of light and roomy quarters should never be over looked, as they are all very essential to their health. Plenty of good food, egg shell material, pure water to drink, grav el and charcoal to aid the grinding aud digestive process. When these are pro vided you have done your duty, and your stock is healthy aud young and they will respond to such treatment liberally. —[Farm, Field aud Stockman.
